June 13th

It'd been two weeks since Namie had died. It was quick; she didn't even feel a thing. The monster, which she now knew was called a hollow ended up crushing her car, killing her instantly. It was only luck that her soul passed on instead of lingering or she'd be hollow food. It'd been two weeks since Namie woke up in the 63rd West Rukongai district, Akaishi.

She woke up to a gray dog sniffing her leg, immediately she screamed. Namie remembered only the day of her death, her name and her birthday. She looked around there were lots of trees and dirt, more dirt than anything else. A few shacks were placed here and there, and there were many people roaming the streets. Everyone seemed to mind their business and not even one person flinched at her scream. Almost as if they were used to the sound.

Namie stumbled to her feet; she had no idea where she was or anything really. She walked into the town, everyone carried on with their business not minding the frazzled purple haired girl. Namie glanced down and saw her dirty bare feet and her body wrapped in a dark gray kimono that ended at her mid-thigh. She shrugged, preferring it to be shorter.

For a week Namie was alone, she slept under a large tree near the furthest shack in the village. Slowly hunger was getting to her. She was so hungry after a week that she just sat under the tree with her legs up against her chest and her head buried in her arms. Unfortunately, she'd come to realize that food was scare in Akashi. She didn't know where everyone got their food from because there was only one place to get food and they only took weird money, called Kan.

It was a week until the first person talked to her.

Namie was still scrunched up into a ball, feeling like she was about to pass out when something hit her head and then fell to the ground in front of her. Namie weakly glanced down at the ground. A piece of bread lay at her feet, she glanced up to see a man with black hair and brown eyes looking down at her.

Namie didn't say anything she grabbed the bread like she was scared the man would take it back and began shoving pieces in her mouth. Her whole body felt instantly better the moment she took a bite.

"So I was right. You were hungry."

Namie ignored his mumbles and continued to eat as fast as possible; she wasn't even swallowing before she took the next bite. The man's eyebrow twitched as she continued to eat and ignore him.

"Hey you! Are you even listening to me!?" He growled, Namie looked back up at him with blue eyes that had small tears in them.

"mmmsorreh—mmm- I'm sorry, I was just so hungry." Namie struggled to get the words out during mid-bite. The man smirked and that was when Namie noticed a sword was swung over his shoulder. It was long and the hilt was a light blue with a circular guard.

"Well that's obvious I could feel your reiatsu from four districts away. The name's Takuro Tamazaki." He smirked again and puffed his chest with slight pride. Namie looked confused, she had no idea what he meant by reiatsu and why he knew she was hungry before he even saw her.

"I'm Namie Hirasi, and I don't understand…what is reiatsu?"

Takuro gaped at Namie; he didn't understand how she had no idea about anything. He reached out his hand to her and helped her up. He told her all about reiatsu and the Soul Society, he told her everything she'd need to know. He led her to his old 'house' or shack as Namie would call it. He told her about his life and how he lived there for twenty years before he decided to go to Shino Academy. Apparently when he graduated he was initiated into the sixth division, where he now holds the seventh seated position.

"So…you think I should go to this Shino academy then?" Namie was wary; she didn't know if he was telling the truth, everything about this seemed so crazy. He told her that if she didn't at least learn to control her reiatsu that eventually she'd begin to hurt the people around her. And although Namie really didn't care about the others in Akaishi she didn't want other to be hurting because of her.

"I think you should consider it. But, if you choose not to you can stay here, but you will need to figure out how to survive out her. Akaishi can be…unforgiving on souls like us." Like us…She knew he meant souls with reiatsu. He wasn't surprised that she was killed by a hollow, he seemed certain that Namie had reiatsu as a human.

"I don't know, I don't know if fighting is for me…."

"Hah. Then don't fight. Become a healer or a researcher, you don't have to be a warrior to be a shinigami."

Takuro wasn't trying to convince her, which she appreciated. He simply suggested the best course of action for her. He was the kind of friend Namie needed, she smiled and knew he was right and that she should go to this academy, or at least try it out. And maybe if she gets good she can find the hollow that killed her and return the favor.

Grinning, Namie found her resolve, "Alright, I'll go to this academy, when do we leave?"

Takuro smiled and sat back against a wall his sword resting beside him.

"We leave tomorrow."

AAAAAND THERE IT IS